Poem -
Roses
When I am not bound,
Lay into my tomb a bouquet
Of red roses, thorns and all.
So that when I rest,
The thorns will sting my skin
And remind me of my sins,
And the sweet smell will bring me bliss
Of all I will miss.Â
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